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A Generic Horror Story
It was a dark and stormy night.
“What a cliché,” Colin said, ignoring the thunder. He was driving an old pickup down a road through a deep, dark forest. The moon still shone brightly, partially obscured by the clouds, but the sounds of distant thunder and flash of brilliant blue lightening illuminating the sky spoke of worse things coming.
“What was that?” Sophie said. She was a short, pale woman with long brown hair. She rode beside him in the old pickup truck they were taking to their cottage.
“Nothing, sweetie,” he said, smiling. His expression didn’t touch his eyes, however, and Sophie knew him well enough to tell he was lying.
“No, tell me.”
“Well, it’s just this night. It’s such a cliché.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at it. Full moon, sometimes covered by clouds. Lightning far off. Long road to some random cottage by a lack in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It’s a clich&
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Literature
The Space Between Us
Theres a space between us
The more confidence I wear on my sleeve
The less I have insisde me
For 21 years I learned how to act
What to feel and how to think
I have really laughed in years
Since I was a child, running in the playground
I’ve never cried the tears
That I felt inside
Nothing I’ve shown were my actions
My feelings or my thoughts
I look around me and I think I see the same
In blank faces, in fake feelings and sad, smiling eyes
An unspoken truth
A bitterness everyone knows
But no one acknowledge
If I could only go back to those days
Running in the playground
When I laughed when I was happy
cried when I was sad
And held those who needed to be held
And remind everyone around me how
I would
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Literature
Icarus
When Icarus fell from his heights
His wings burned and scarred his skin
Those on the shore laughed at him
They mocked him
And told no one to follow what he had done
But not one of them had ever kissed the sun
I would rather die in its flames
Then live never knowing its light
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Literature
The Tyrants
When the tyrants return to the world
They will find no armies lines against them
They will find no tears shed in pain
They’ will find no one to call them evil
To argue against them or slander their names
When the tyrants return to the world
All they will find
Is cheering and applause
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Literature
A Cup of Coffee (Full)
On the first day I know I saw him, I woke up early in the morning for work. I got out of my bed and folded the sheets at the edge. It is more important than most people realize to make your bed every day. Then, the first task of the day is done. The day is started with accomplishment from real work, even if it is only a small effort. It gives you the right mindset of organization and productivity.
Next, I showered. I used the best soaps and shampoo I can get. Personal presentation is always important. Even if it seems no one notices, your cleanliness will affect how people treat you, and can be the first obstacle to success.
I shaved with a straight razor. Using a straight razor takes a bit more effort. It is a skill that needs to be developed, but leads to better results. Whenever given the opportunity, I always work to develop a skill, rather than take the easier route.
Finally I got dressed. I have an array of suits ready, in a variety of different colors. Each color could mean some
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Literature
Flick
(This is a script written for a class, hence the format)
INT: KITCHEN
 A typical suburban kitchen, camera situated at one end facing slightly down, as if at on the ceiling against the wall. There is a wooden table in the center, a fridge, a counter with a sink, and a window on the right, and a doorway on the left. The walls are white washed with pictures of the family on them.
A family of four sits at the table, eating breakfast. JORDON, late 30s, fit, clean cut, shaven, and in a pressed suit, is seated facing away from the camera. MARIE, late 30s, attractive, and wearing a dress, is facing him. The children, JESSICA, aged 13, and BEN, aged 7, are between the parents on the right and left side of the table. They all appear happy. Music is quiet and calm. Everything is extremely cheery, clean and pristine, to the point of seeming deliberately over done. Emotions are over expressed and campy.
Unless otherwise stated, every camera cut is accompanied by a simultaneous “flick
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Literature
A Cup of Coffee
It was early morning, and I was walking down a side walk along a crowded street. The sun was rising in front of me, shining down the rows of office buildings I passed on my way to work. The snow crunched under my feet. I held my black overcoat against the wind, and turned toward a coffee shop.
“Spare some change for a drink?” a voice said.
I looked down to see an old man sitting by the door. He had long, ragged hair, and was wrapped in a torn jacket.
I looked down at him, wrinkling my nose. This wasn’t the first time he had asked. “If you want change, work for it. No one ever gave me anything.” I turned away, and moved on.
The next day I went by the same store again, and the same man was sitting by the door.
“Spare some change for a drink?” he asked.
I turned on him. “You’ve asked me that before. It’s always been no. Why do you ask again?”
“Well, sometimes there are sides to people that are hidden. Maybe today you&
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Literature
The Rise
I saw him yesterday.
It was in a bar on Summer Street. I was passing by late at night when I saw him through a window. He was standing on a table, hammering his fist down into his palm again and again as he called out to the  group who watched him. Every time he did they’d call their response, and every time they did they’d be louder.
I stood in the light of the window, taking shelter from the rain under its eves. I tried to follow what he said, though much of it was unclear.
He spoke simply and loudly. He told them of all their problems, of their poverty, of their enemies, of their anger. They were hopeless, he told them.
Then he said he- HE- had the solution. He told them all their problems came from the same source. IT wasn’t their fault, he said. There were others to blame. I don’t remember who it was he said, and I suppose it didn’t matter. What mattered is that they were the enemies. Their enemies- people they didn’t know where their enemi
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Literature
You Are Not Alone
You are not alone
When the bomb blasts echo in the night
And guns fire in the streets
You are not alone
When the pain clouds your mind
And good men fall to the ground
You are not alone
When hatred makes its mark
And evil comes to bear
We are with you
We are with you in the night
We are with you in the streets
We are with you in the stadiums
In the seats filled with blood
We are with you in the countries
In nations far and wide
From across oceans
From across mountains
And miles of uncharted ground
If our backs our broken, if our hearts are heavy
If the way is lined with knives
We will come
We will come in the cold of the winter
Across any obstacles
And in the darkness of the night
Know the sun only ever sets
So that it may rise again
So we will stand beside you
Until the dawn is shining down
The chains will be broken
The wounds will be healed
And hatred will meet its end
The world is standing with you
Shouting high and loud
That evil will never triumph
When good men stand their ground
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Literature
The Beast and the Businessman final version
John drifted in an immense void. There was no way to control his movement, and no place he could have gone. He wondered if anyone even knew he was alive.
Not long ago he had been a traveler. In another time he would have been called an astronaut, but in his time such things were more common and words like “astronaut” seemed unnecessary. He had been moving with his family to another part of the galaxy. They were being transported through space, moving thousands of light years to reach a new home on a distant planet.
One morning he had attended a briefing on safety drills, along with the rest of his family. These were held regularly on board the ship to ensure everyone was ready in case of disaster. The first drill was always to get a protective suit on.
An instructor had stood in front of his family, demonstrating how the pieces of the suit fit onto the body.  “Alright,” he said “everyone just go through the motions, then check the person beside you.
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Literature
The Time is Now
When those voices start coming
Full of doubt and fear and pain
Just let them pass by your ears
And forget they ever came
Don’t wait to find another
To inspire you to great things
Become it for all others
And prove what you can do
The world is only waiting
For you to come to see
That only you yourself
Can decide what you can be
The past is gone forever
But your moment is now
Learn from the mistakes of the past
And build on its successes
Surpass all that was done
By those once called great
Until they are nothing but pebbles
To the mountain you have made
And when you’ve built that mountain
Climb it to the very top
See the world beneath you
Ready for you to take
Bellow your name out
Loud and high and clear
So all the world will hear it
Ringing in their ears
And for now into the future
Not a single man shall live
Who won’t learn that you had come
To make the world your own
Sing the song you want to hear,
Write the book you want to read,
Be the man you want to meet
And buil
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Literature
The time is now (unedited)
When those voices start coming
Full of doubt and fear and pain
Just let them pass by your ears
And forget they ever came
Don’t wait to find another
To inspire you to great things
Become it for all others
And prove what you can do
The world is only waiting
For you to come to see
That only you yourself
Can decide what you can be
Sing the song you want to hear,
Write the book you want to read,
Be the man you want to meet
And build the world you want to see
The past is gone forever
But your moment is now
Learn from the mistakes of the past
And build on its successes
Conquer all before you
All those once called great
Until they are nothing but pebbles
To the mountain you have made
And when you’ve built that mountain
Climb it to the very top
See the world beneath you
Ready for you to take
Bellow your name out
Loud and high and clear
So all the world will hear it
Ringing in their ears
And for now into the future
Not a single man shall live
Who won’t learn that you had come
T
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Literature
Blink Alternate
Surely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and insensible that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside shadow is a mind, and behind everything we do there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just moments after I walked through the door.
If you asked me now I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I had no reason too- none! Nothing they ever did would have harmed me. I had nothing to gain from it. But I did.
When I got there I walked into the kitchen for water. There, the woman met me. She turned on the lights, and the brightness along wit
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Literature
Blink
Surely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and undetectable that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside every shadow is a mind, and behind everything we see there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just minutes after I walked through the door.
When I got there I walked into the kitchen for water. There, the woman met me. She turned on the lights, and the brightness along with the white walls and cabinets burned my eyes.
She started talking to me. Well, not talking. Yelling, nagging, screaming, but not talking. She was  angry at me
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Literature
Blink (original)
Surely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and insensible that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside shadow is a mind, and behind everything we do there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just moments after I walked through the door.
If you asked me now I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I had no reason too- none! Nothing they ever did would have harmed me. I had nothing to gain from it.
Oh, sure they bothered me. No one can deny that. The constant whine, the nagging of the woman. Always with some nasty remark, some little thing
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Literature
The Eternal Sea
He stood by the sea
With a face hard as oak
And a voice strong and free
Shouting loud, he spoke
“I lived a full life
In the years behind me
I’ve seen hardness and strife
But knew who I’d be
A man among men
All others I have awed
I have overthrown kings
And stood beside God
All this I have done
With my strength and my spine
And all beneath the sun
Knew the world was mine”
All this he shouted at the sea
But the waves, they rolled eternally
“I loved with my heart
A woman that I knew
Of my soul she was part
And she loved me too
The strongest feelings
A man could ever know
Were part of our beings
With all love could show
All men, trees, the earth
And the angels above
Knew not our joy and mirth,
And envied our love"
All this he shouted at the sea
But the waves, they rolled eternally
"But it all would end
My joy, my love, her life
All the time we could spend
Cut through with a knife
Tears to flood cities
Sadness to flood my heart
Nothing but self pity
Pain I coul
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I've wanted to make a journal entry showing a few pieces that stayed with me ever since I first read them.
I hope that they'll stay with you, too.
   
 
 
  Glitchy by ForTheLuvOfApplejackDevil's Tower by SuburbanSon
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Silence When the World's at War by madam--guillotine  Axis Shift by LadyPleiades
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The first of our resurrected Round-ups is here! Collected over the last month, we have a few select lit pieces and a whole slew of community news, including publishing opportunities, new groups, and contests.
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Recursion by johnhmaloney
A great short read that will have you questioning events up until the very end
johnhmaloney has done an admirable job presenting the start of this short story as an occurrence that could happen in any household when one wakes in the night, following up a seemingly mundane routine with a truly surprising and slightly unsettling ending. A well written piece of fiction with a smooth progression of events
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Sheltering Sprites by Dakoa
"Sometimes we forget how dangerous beautiful things are"
A tale with a twist in its ending, reminding us of how far we have come in forgetting the dange
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Schizophrenia Gouged From Eyes
do you speak?    (withdraw the capacity, the ocean.)
          C  A  S  C  A  D  E
(it's a waterfall, drink up.)
I'm having more to say.  (and less to see.)
         GET   IT
(I'm talking.)
porcelain doll (who sew you together?)
          L   I   S   T   E   N
(the fabric's falling from your knee caps)
                              [he pulled the puzzle from my…
                    masterpiece]
   
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OVERALL DEVIATION WINNER!
Hi everyone! :la: It's time to wrap up our little deviation contest!
The winner for overall deviation is.......................................................HexaChronos !
It was a very close match, with Jacofnight only one behind. :o
Overall winner prizes
RadiantIncandescence will drop a GG on your page. XD
kittimitti will draw you anything of your choice.
Roxiichuu will draw you anything of your choice and give you a llama.
I'll drop ten points at your page. :p
Folder deviation prizes:
kittimitti will draw you anything of your choice
RadiantIncandescence will drop a "gg" on your page
I'll give you a llama. :meow: If I've aleady given you a llama, then I'll give you a point.
Also, the overall winner will be displayed on our page and the folder deviation winners will be featured as well! :iconlawooplz:
Our folder deviation winners were:
Traditional art: Jacofnight
Digital art: Cassidy21831
Fan art: Roxiichuu
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VOTING FOR OVERALL DEVIATION
Gahhh sorry I'm late. D: Sorryyyyyyyy.
Anyways, we have two pieces tied for overall deviation!
Vote for em please! All you have to do to vote is put a comment below saying which one of the two is your fave. :meow:
by Jacofnight
by HexaChronos
Please vote! :o Since I'm late I'll extend the voting period to 7/5/15. Please please PLEASE vote! D:
The winner of overall deviation can get a llama from Roxiichuu and a digital drawing from her as well. :p
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Digital art: Cassidy21831 for http://cassidy21831.deviantart.com/art/Searching-For-The-Missing-Piece-538010926
Fan art: Roxiichuu for http://mirokiinjiii.deviantart.
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Blame the Victim
Blame the Victim, his cry!
He deserves just to die!
Blame the Victim, Just blame!
He's weak, easy game
Blame the Victim, again!
It's your chance, much to gain
Blame the Victim! Great show!
He is guilty! You know!!!
Blame the Victim, Just Blame!
Throw dirt on his name!
Blame the Victim, his fate!
Yes! He asked for your hate!!!
Blame the victim, again!
Yes, he asked for his pain!!
Blame the victim, again!
No man will complain
Blame the Victim! He's dying!
No mercy!! He's lying!!!
       
Blame the Victim...He’s dead,
But...He’ll come to your bed.
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Tried writing a while ago, am trying again. I gave some of my stuff to someone else's account, and it seemed to do well, so I started my own.
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Happy Birthday! :) :cake: :party:
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thanks! :)
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Happy Birthday! :) :cake: :party:
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thank you :)
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tulf42 Featured By Owner May 20, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday my friend ;)
Hope you've partied like crazy. It's a Saturday night after all :D
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EricAMBM Featured By Owner May 20, 2017   Writer
LOL ohh I did. Thanks :)
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Woo! Congrats on the daily deviation!
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thanks a lot! :)
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